Daughters of Dilla: from How Mavis Staples Healed My Heart →
A clip from the poem, excerpted for the book page, here. Thanks ladies!
by Caits MeissnerUnder headphones, Mavis Staples crawls into the hurting parts.
She is awkward, but persistent, squeezing her round maternal body
into the tiny cracks. Shimmies up the pipe of my heart.
Stomps her feet against the wound. Rolls her eyes.
Says, toughen up, mama, this ain’t…
yes, oh yes. also tishon and caits’ book release is this tuesday. can’t wait.